Moonspear Look through the rifle's sight

It was probably for the best that he had nothing to say, she realized. She didn't need or want to hear anything, and the silence suited her sorrow better anyway. Even if her bonds with Nishu had always been kind of abstract, it still stung to know what fate had eventually brought him and to know that it was all finished just like that.

She wished that it hadn't come to this. That he, alongside Rain (another pinprick of guilt in her sides, no less), could still be happily among them.. or hell, knowing them, out scouting on their pack's behalf. That the bears had never surfaced and settled here,  that Nishu's wounds had not been so serious, that Charon had never needed to make the choice he'd had.. But, such was life, and the cruel fate's it dealt. Amekaze had no choice but to accept and trudge on, all while hoping she'd greet the other side of it better than before.

She focused on the numb monotony of digging so that she could let the ache grip her yet, and when Floki arrived, she paused for a beat to glance his way. Already she felt a new fatigue beginning to catch up on her, so she kept her break short and didn't say anything with her attention divided between the task at hand and the brothers.

While she listened to Charon, she dug slowly just to keep progress moving forward but all the while, her ears were on him. It came as no surprise to know his last moments were not spent well. She'd only passed a quick glance over the corpse, but between it and the nicks and stains on Charon, she innately understood that something had definitely transpired. Eventually she nodded somewhere after he spoke of informing the pack. "We can howl.. as soon as this is done," she said quietly, although announcing death was hardly anything she wanted to do today. But, for Nishu, it would happen once he was laid away to rest, so she just kept digging.